Page 194 of Affair
“Run the two men’s faces. See ifThe BlackStone Groupvalued them enough and got them wiped. If not, I want their IDs. One is British, and one is American.”
He could do that.
“On it,” he said.
Maura parked the Hummer on the nearest street, and she put her earbud in, just in case they had to move quickly.
Jagger did the same.
Together, they got out, and tried not to be too noticeable.
That was easier said than done since she was sporting a Kevlar vest.
Luckily, they had the little black box on them, and they were able to continually keep blocking video footage.
The bottom line was that the time of day was saving their bacon. Thankfully, most people were at work.
As they got closer to the house, MATE spoke to her in her ear.
“It’s the white one with the blue shutters,” she said. “Someone took down the police tape, but that’s the address in the absconded police reports that Merry got her hands on.”
There was no shock that the neighbors likely pulled the tape down.
NONE.
No one wanted to live next to a crime scene. Having to see that every day would likely freak some people out. Not them since they mostly made crime scenes.
“Thank you, MATE,” she whispered, as Jagger boosted his wife over the fence.
Because she wasn’t too pregnant, she landed on the other side, on her feet.
A few more months, and she wasn’t doing that. She’d like to keep their babyINSIDEof her—not dangling from the umbilical bungee cord.
It didn’t take long before Jagger was right behind her and landed not far away.
Together, they approached the house, and peeking inside the kitchen window, they could see the smudges on the walls, counters, and appliances.
Yeah, this was it.
A crime scene team had definitely been here.
“Major, we’re just pulling up,” Zayn said. “I had to drive because Jinx was a little too giddy behind the wheel. She can’t obey laws.”
She kept her voice low.
“We’re about to enter the house. Watch for us. The two men are approaching from the East,” she said. “Get Eve into position in case we need backup. They don’t leave the house until we talk to them.”
They were going to have a little chitchat for some intel.
“Copy,” he said.
To get them inside, Jagger popped the kitchen lock, and together, they made access to the home.
Like the last one, there wasDEFINITELYa murder there.
Once inside the threshold, it smelled like a blood-fest in there. That told them everything they needed to know about what went down.
Someone was consistent.
